SS : I Married A Gangster. Note Page 42. :) - Page 19

Originally posted by: -Fizzi-

You guys wanna slap me?

Trust me, I wanna slap myself. 😳

"Father?" Asad whispered in a barely audible voice.

The man got up and very proudly hugged Asad. He patted his back, gazing at his son with pride. Zoya looked at the man and was stumped. Asad had said his parents weren't in this world anymore. Lies. All lies.

"Ah! My son. I still can't believe it. I found you." The man laughed and Asad looked uncomfortable.

"Zoya, go inside." Asad told her in a soft voice.

"But I-"

"NOW." He emphasized. She looked wearily at the man and her husband, before walking back to their room, leaving the two men alone.

"You have a girlfriend now?" The man settled opposite Asad on the couch.

"She's my wife. We got married a few months back." Asad murmured, unsure of whether he should tell his father.

"Ooohhh. The typical hide-from-the-world type of a wedding, yeah? How cute is that, my son? It's a shame you didn't call your father and GERM."

Asad groaned angrily when he heard the word. That one word was something he wanted to erase from his memory. His childhood was haunted with the man of that name. Germ..Jeremy.

"Father, please." Asad panted.

"Oh, my dear son! If you're going to fall so weak only by his name, how are you going to meet him tonight?"

Asad froze. Never was he meeting that man. Or letting Zoya even hear the name of that man.

"No. Father, you know what he's done to me all throughout my childhood. I was too young. But now I know what he was doing to me was disgusting." Asad viewed his thoughts. The memories of those dark days giving him the goose bumps.

"Son, you know whatever I did back then was only to make you stronger. Otherwise you'd turn out to be a pansy like your younger brother."

Asad faintly remembered his darling younger brother, Ayaan. He had little curly hair and used to run around the house in his knickers with Asad chasing him. He smiled at the vivid memory and then the harsh reality of him running away from home, taking their mother along with him.

"So now, go dress up. Get your wife to look good. You know how stuff works in our business, my son!" The man patted his son's arm and Asad's lips formed a thin line.

"She's not going with us. I'll kill any man who as much as looks at her. I did it once in the past and you know me, dear father, I do not like others touching my things." Asad warned his father, his fear all forgotten. The mention of Zoya's name gave him a renewed boost.

The man smirked, "I know you would say that. But I have a deal for you. You bring your wife with you today and I'll spare your sissy brother and his worthless wh**e of a mother." The man spat.

"You..you found them?" Asad stared at his father, wide eyed.

"I did. They're locked up in a place you'll never look. If you want to see them, do as I say. Get your bitch tonight otherwise they'll be gone before you know." He spat and walked out, leaving Asad dazed with the memories of his long lost mother. Mother.

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Zoya stood at the shut window of her bedroom and peeked at the random activities going on the street, wondering what was going on downstairs. Why had Asad lied to her about his father? Why would someone tag their father as dead even when they were healthy? Very much healthy, infact. Zoya remembered the man sipping a beer as he had walked in. Suddenly she felt two arms wrap around her waist. She didn't have to guess who it was.

"What's wifey thinking?" Asad whispered into her hair.

"Nothing. Errmm, has your father gone?" She said, stressing on the word father.

"Yeah. Well, I have something to tell you." Asad hesitated.

"Sure." Zoya smiled, thinking he'll probably tell her something about his past.

"We have a party to attend tonight, not a very influential one though. Wear the saree I bought you last week." He kissed her tight and beckoned her to go and change.

Zoya frowned, "What party? All of a sudden?"

"It's just some family thing. Now get going! And don't wear the backless blouse. You can wear it tonight after we return." He added with a wink, walking in to the closet. Zoya frowned, this was definitely getting out of hand. His lies, his mood swings, his anger. Everything he did offended her nowadays and she at least deserved a god damn explanation!

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"Get me a drink, will you?" Asad yelled at the waiter.

"Yes..yes sir!" The waiter hesitated and walked off.

"Mr. Asad, what a pleasant surprise! I thought you stopped going to such parties long ago?" A huge bulky man approached Asad. An old friend, Zoya muttered under her breath.

"It's ironic what our job does to us, isn't it? You want to leave it all behind, but some people won't let you. How have you been, Imran?" Asad gets up from his chair and hugs Imran.

"I'm good, man. And you?" Imran hugs Asad back.

"Your bhabhi takes good care of me, dude." Asad laughed and patted his cheek.

Imran smiled and looked over to his wife who sat on the couch looking confused as hell. The poor girl didn't know what the party was regarding or what people usually do at such parties. She was like a doe, a very innocent doe. Just like Zoya. He looked over Asad's shoulder and saw Zoya. She was also a normal, girl next door kinda chick. Afreen was too. Just like his godfather, Asad, Imran refused to let his love go. He loved Afreen too much to let their world's or identities tear them apart. Whatever it is, they would fight it together.

"Aah my sons!" Ayaaz Ahmed Khan walked up to Asad and Imran, pissing them off immensely.

"So Asad? All set to meet the man of your dreams?" Ayaaz laughed.

"As a matter of fact, I want to. I want to get this over with so you can never harass Zoya and me ever again!"

"Asad my child, the day you married that woman, you put her in a hell lotta danger." Ayaaz patted his cheek and moved to Imran.

"And you. Get your wife to wear something open. She's hardly attracting any man over here!" He yelled at Imran and walked away.

Imran's fist tightened and he turned pale, "What are we doing to our wives, man?" He asked Asad softly.

"I'm not letting them touch her. I know you won't let anyone touch Afreen either. We love them unconditionally. Don't fall weak, Imran." Asad held Imran's arms and explained it to him.

"I know that, no one's touching Zoya tonight. I'm just scared for my wife." Imran exhaled a deep sigh.

Asad noticed Zoya alone and felt disturbed, "Just keep her close, okay?" He said and walked off, towards his wife.

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I know nothing much in this chapter! Trust me, I'm trying to work harder. I promise to try. :P 😆

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